What am I to do? I don't know
Always positioned in (this/dis)position
Related to a not-so-serious feeling something better than coquettish
And dug next to the rest, that hole
I dig my own grave on occasion
One of the worst feelings, I must admit
And oh how it just shows on your countenance
Seldom my fain, more than not I chase it
After all this time I'm still ill-positioned
Farewell, bud, I'm going home
To finally catch some time alone
And watch the world pass underneath
The Romantic Period history
Farewell, bud, I'm going home
To finally catch some time alone
And watch the world pass underneath
The Romantic Period history
I tidy up, I settle down
And then I'll fire another round
It didn't hurt, I didn't scream
Create a false reality
Farewell, bud, I'm going home
To finally catch some time alone
And watch the world pass underneath
The Romantic Period history
Farewell, bud, I'm going home
To finally catch some time alone
And watch the world pass underneath
The Romantic Period history
Farewell, bud, I'm going home
To finally catch some time alone
And watch the world pass underneath
The Romantic Period history
Farewell, bud, I'm going home
To finally catch some time alone
And watch the world pass underneath
The Romantic Period history